Busy busy busy. Damned start of the new school year errands.

Got hair cut, two shirts, new wallet, "punk blue" nail polish, new watch (predecessor was broken down till the last hole became an indent), and twenty sticks of incense. Contemplated getting some rose-scented oil but thought better of it.

Two interesting things happened while at the mall. While waiting for the females of the family to finish browsing this shop, I sat outside the store on one of those benches people sit on. Just about 5 minutes later, during my viewing of the lower first level's comings and goings, an old lady strikes up a conversation with me about: the weather (cliche), football (dyke), her girlfriend (knew it). I just did what I always do when feigning a conversation; smile, nod, and follow with an occasionaly yep.

While talking I was watching all the people below. Specifically the two guys running the "Zoomcopter" booth. One guy was stuck shooting the toy around to show how it works for about 30 minutes and then they switch. At one point the guy not stuck throwing the hunk of plastic around stretched himself out on the cushioned benches below, turned onto his side, and reading something. When it came to switching, the other guy came over. From what I can tell, the other one didn't wanna go up, so the other other guy started pleading really adorably... i.e. he started scratching his stomach, nibbling on his ear, etc. etc. Finally the other guy gave in and planted a peck on the other's cheek. That was cute.

Later, during dinner, I had something disturbingly good. In the front they had a displace of a chocolate cake. What makes this one different? It has a foot diameter and stands at a foot and a half high containing some peanuts, chocolate fudge, dark chocolate batter, and chocolate frosting in between. The only thing that made eating this monster possible (and it's only a 16th of the cake slice) was the vanilla a la mode that came with...

When I got home I felt so sick I believe I vomited out all of the cake. Blech.

Tomorrow's citizenship card photo and meeting with lawyers to sign the papers for the citizenship applications. How the hell am I suppose to fit in an oil painting session in all this?!

... okee, I need to go. Feeling sick again.

Good cake. Bad consequences.